Chapter 40

It was just a game of chess. What could possibly happen? What were the chances of Ivor forcing himself on her?

‘Knock Knock Knock. She rapped on his door.

A deep, charming voice responded, “Come in.”

Bonnie smelled a wonderful cologne as soon as she pushed the door open. Ivor definitely used the good stuff.

Ivor was sitting in a chair. A chessboard had been set up in front of him. He had even gotten someone to prepare tea. Ivor took a slow sip as steam wafted over his sharp eyes. The steam lingered, giving his handsome features an almost ethereal sense of charm.

“The tea master brewed this. Have a taste.”

“Sure.” Bonnie didn’t bother to stand on formalities. She lifted the cup and tasted the tea. “This is Mariage Frères. It’s been brewed very well, too.”

He raised his brow and asked playfully, “How do you know it’s Mariage Frères?”

produced extraordinary teas in small quantities. Most people had

to tell what it is?” Bonnie answered nonchalantly and set the cup down. on

you tasted it before?”

every tea imaginable.” She said. Ivor would have dismissed what she said as lies in the past, but he hesitated to think that of her now. Bonnie might be young, but she

but you seem to have some experience with tea. Are you going to tell me that you’re a tea

condescendingly.

she said with a blank face. “I

enough could do that. However, it was simply arrogance to say

tea master.

were to learn it from scratch, she

famous tea master, Quenton Hill. If you’re a tea master yourself,

him.”

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for you?” She put down her cup of

Quenton?!

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